When I moved to Nashville the stirrings of my spiritual longing had begun. So, I went with what I knew. Church. And after the captivating song and dance came the offering plate where I plopped down a mighty check as gratitude for my signing bonus and new move. And then the sermon began and my mouth dropped open in horror

I hate New Year's Resolutions. Just wanna dry heave my eyeball out at the thought of writing down another “goal”. In the past, I always picked something that I would whip myself into shape for to beat myself into a better me. It never worked. Ever.